“Oh, fuck.”
Self-control be damned. I jump off the bed and find the remains of an old box of condoms in the bottom of my overnight bag. Returning better dressed for the occasion, I tease Liv back to the point of no return before replacing my fingers with what we’ve both been waiting for—my cock, driving Olivia into next week. Or at least into the depths of the soft mattress. Even knowing this won’t be my finest sexual experience, it will be the culmination of our friendship and love that has outlasted all the crap we’ve put between us.
Counting to ten buys me time, but as soon as I feel her pressure build, my fingers go back to work. Feeling her silk folds wrap around, tightening their grip. Watching Liv’s eyes, hearing her breaths shorten. Urging me on. Offering her body and promising me her soul.
There! At the first sign, I claim her lips with mine again. Tasting her change as her spasms first clench and then milk my cock until I have nothing more to give.
Feeling Liv come around me could go down in history as the eighth wonder of the world. My beautiful girl losing control, writhing at even the lightest brush against her breasts or clit.
Eventually, she shudders to a stop. I release her gently to her side, making sure we remain attached in every way that matters.
“That was—” she starts, breathless.
“Hopefully as good for you—” I can only hope she remembers the shower when I was close to my best.
“Not bad, but I think we need some practice.”
Shit! I almost start a full-blown self-defense until I catch her satisfied smile. “I think that could be arranged. I’m sure there are some old classics we can bring back.”
“Without losing any of the new tricks?” She looks up at me, unsure how to bring up our pasts with other partners.
“Babe, I’m sure you’ve watched some othermovies.” That’s the closest I can get to saying his name. There’s no room forhisname betweenoursheets.
“I heard you read a few books while we were broken up.”
“Books?”
“I was going to say instruction manuals, but I was being kind.”
“Damn, I’ve missed you.” I roll back on top, blowing kisses around her neck until she grabs my hips, holding me in place. “I’ve missed how much I love you.”
“Well,” she muses, “I understand the sequel is rarely as good as the original, but I’m ready to judge your performance on its merits.”
“Hell, yeah.”
Sleeping is for the single, and we’re no longer single. I make damn sure my tongue makes her scream my name before my cock demands a rematch. We take our time exploring new positions, finding poses we’ve never tried before. Olivia's leg over my shoulder gives me better access, and she loves it.
Hands. Tongue. Every single fucking inch of me. She takes it all, rewarding me each time with exquisite purring, inspiring me to do better, and more, the next time. This woman is going to be the death of me.
How am I supposed to leave this bed, to eat or work, or do anything that doesn’t involve being inside and with her?
“Hunter?” Olivia lies on her side, nothing between our spoon. We need to get some sleep before morning, but I fully intend to wake her every day for the rest of our lives without needing an alarm clock.
“Yes, my love?” I can’t help it. She is and always will be my love—only this time, I won’t be stupid enough to break our hearts.
“You deserve to be more than a rebound.” I freeze. Surely, she doesn’t mean—? Giggling, she squeezes my fingers to her stomach. “You deserve to be the only man to kiss the bride.”
“Go to sleep, Liv. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”
Almost as if he’s been waiting for this moment, my phone beeps. Liv’s breathing is smooth and deep, and she doesn’t stir when I reclaim my arm to reach over to the side table.
Mitch: Hope you’ve kept her warm for me.
Mitch: See you soon.
Waking With A Smile
Olivia
